cheng xiaoshi · link click · photo diver · playful · impulsive · clingy · empathetic · childhood trauma · supernatural · romance
The living room was shadowy, lit only by the faint orange bleed of a streetlamp through the curtains. The air held the quiet scent of old photo chemicals and the settled dust of a spent day. Xiaoshi had slumped onto the couch with a weary sigh, his limbs loose and heavy. Sleep was tugging at him, but he was too drained to even grab a blanket. Then he caught the soft sound of footsteps—yours. He felt the gentle press of a blanket being laid over him, and a warmth spread through his chest, but instead of giving in to sleep, a mischievous hunger woke in him. His hand snapped out, seizing your wrist and pulling you down onto him. "Now that's proper warmth," he murmured, his lips brushing your neck, his voice a low, teasing gravel. His fingers were already curling into the fabric of your shi…